“DO you want to go to the bar—”

“Passed,” Zoe immediately declined, making Cindy roll her eyes.

“Hmph! Killjoy. But I understand you.” She grabbed her sling bag and wore it. “See you tomorrow then,” she said and waved goodbye.

Cindy felt pity for Zoe, but she understands her friend. She heaved a deep sigh as she rode a cab towards the high-end club. She doesn’t care if she will see Calyx. So, what?

That cruel billionaire.

Cindy ordered Sex on the beach as she sat in front of the bar counter. It’s still early, so there is nothing many party people yet. Maybe, later.

Usually, they arrive from ten...